aa is a champ.

can't seem to get enough of this song this weekend.
aa bondy - black rain




Black rain, black rain
Don't fall on me
Can't you see I'm doin' my best
Black rain, black rain
Don't fall on me
When I lay to take my rest

And love, it don't die
It just goes from girl to girl
Town to town, rose to rose
All around the world
Like a ghost upon a breeze
In a land of elegies

Black rain, black rain
Don't catch me low
And cover the sinner sun
Black rain, black rain
Where can I go
When you leave me nowhere to run

And love, it don't die
It just goes from girl to girl
Town to town, rose to rose
All around the world
Like a ghost upon a breeze
In a land of elegies

so fascinating.

the story of a nanny who was an undiscovered photographer. her work was just found last year and had never previously been seen. its up to par with all the greats of 20th century photography. i just watched this twice. so obsessed. her work is beautiful and so interesting.
...the host of the show is a loser, but its worth it. i pinky swear.

nephew l o v e time

i got to paparazzi these bad boys for a few hours the other day... and it still wasn't enough.

i could hang with them all day long. such cool cats that just so happen to be related to me.  

and they also happen to be extremely handsome. love it.

dying to see more?

thought so.

>> click here <<

hmmm [[ . . . }} hmm

Do you remember when the oceans sang in hymns
Do you remember when the stars used to play
Do you remember when we used to share our food
Well I do every second of the day

Have you ever wondered what's behind the sun
Have you ever thought of kissing the moon's rays
Do you remember when we used to dream without any fear
Well I do every second of the day
{Trevor Hall - Mirror of the Sky}

{photos via}

dive for dreams

dive for dreams - e.e. cummings
dive for dreams

or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind) 
trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars walk backward) 
honour the past
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at the wedding) 
never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for good likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth) 
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves, since Doom
(with white longest hands
neating each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds 
-before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were. 

silently if, out of not knowable 

silently if, out of not knowable 
night's utmost nothing, wanders a little guess 
(only which is this world) more my life does 
not leap than with the mystery your smile 
sings or if (spiralling as luminous 
they climb oblivion) voices who are dreams, 
less into heaven certainly earth swims 
than each my deeper death becomes your kiss 
losing through you what seemed myself, i find 
selves unimaginably mine; beyond 
sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears 

yours is the light by which my spirit's born: 
yours is the darkness of my soul's return 
-you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars

pure g o o d n e s s.

tidbits of The Swell Season show. 

it was on tuesday and my soul is still melting. 

ugh, seriously so great.

thanks for the audible bliss. 

until next time my fine musical friends...

happy things

travel.

taste.

butterflies.

color/texture.

simplicity.

energy. 

joy.

nature.

passion.

and really really good hair.

awake

"How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
This weakness I feel I must finally show

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life

Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker."


Awake My Soul - Mumford & Sons

dripping with goodness

"live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air..."

emerson

my best friend is a beauty queen.

it's plain and simple... she was a gorgeous bride & is still a gorgeous newlywed. 

love this lady bunches.

_______________________________

in other news:

i second shot a wedding last night with a friend of mine and will post a few teaser pics as well as a few on my site [ www.rachelmccordphotography.com ] which i will be updating with those and other images this week! so stay tuned!

happy sunday.

best. weekend. ever.

no, i'm not exaggerating. 

i think it really was one of the best weekends there ever was.

here are some (not nearly all, but some) reasons why...

the company. 

these girls, among other fine friends MADE the weekend.

so many giggles.

the beach. 

because well... look at it.

the food. happy hour tacos, wedding buffet & endless justifications that calories eaten in love and celebration don't count. 

(which they don't).

my [21st] birthday.

i will never, by choice, have a birthday in america again. 

it's just waaay to relaxing when you're on vacay.

these guys made sure i was a happy girl all day long. 

lots of love & so fun!

oh, and not having to buy a drink all day was pretty sweet too.

the pool. 

three pools. two happy hours. one swim up bar. you do the math.

the dancing. 

jampacked dance floor from start to finish. so quality. 

including dancing the macarena in a fountain and jumping in the ocean. perfect.

the wedding. 

such an act of worship, the Spirit was definitely present.

beautiful, tearjerking, simple and exciting. so great.

and of course, these guys. 

it was such a crazy joy explosion to celebrate these two. 

still can't get over how epically fantastic it was. love you two & again, congratsss!

Mexico has been ruined for me forever because of this weekend. 

I don't think much can top it.

I also don't think I'm gonna get used to no happy hours, no beach, no $5 tacos and fiestaing for a while... 

Yikes. It was suuuuch a good time.

everyday i want to...

 "finish every day and be done with it. you have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense." 

— ralph waldo emerson

everyday i want to pack up, get out and discover.

everyday i want to take pictures, for the rest of my everydays.

everyday i want to be a part of something revolutionary.

everyday i want to wander.

everyday i want to feel beautiful, if only for a moment.

everyday i want to move, breath & dance.

everyday i want to revel in something mundane.

everyday i want to live simpler than the day before.

everyday i want to be uninhibited.

everyday i want to find a little trouble.

everyday i want to find a boy with the perfect flannel.

everyday i want to be 12.

everyday i want to live.

s is for summer

my bones are achey, my eyes are tired but my heart is happy and my mind is resting because it is SUMMER and i am finally HOME.

i love biola and all that i am blessed to do there and the people i get to be surrounded by, but as long as i live i will always love my dear friend oregon.

so far summer is off to a resounding start at the McCord house, as it always is... complete with unveiling/cleaning/repairing the boat for the summer, Sonic limeade/ocean water runs, communal lunches and dinners fully equipped with bevs, constant nephew entertainment and long overdue dosages of delicious family bonding.

oh summer, you are so lovely.
can't wait to catch up with old friends, unpack and start making plans to have adventures.
soon i'll have to start my 3 online classes and find a job... but for a day or two i plan to be blissfully unaware of adulthood and be a summer love child in every way achievable. duh.

p.s.. you may be sick of seeing these boys but i don't care because they make me smile until my face hurts. A N D they are deathly beautiful, proof:

my heart is home & so happy.